Do you ever get this weird realization, looking at something utterly “mundane”, and then have this sense that it isn't mundane at all. For instance:
Looking at your hand and seeing how utterly unique it is, in its folds and creases and proportions, and how weird it is that you are able to move it. Where is the center of command? Where is will “located” and what is the nature of will?
Noticing that you cannot see the boundaries of your visual field
Truly examining someone's face, and noticing the difference between labeling its parts as functions: eyes are for seeing, nose is for smelling, mouth is for eating and tasting, etc. and simply looking at the whole face. The face as a whole feels more like a landscape, carved out by the events and inner experiences in someone's life, rather than a bundle of parts.
More existentially, the fact that anything exists at all. Why is reality so incredibly complex? Why is there so much stuff? Wouldn't it be way simpler if there was nothing at all? Why am I in this specific world, at this specific time, in this specific body, experiencing this specific thing? How odd everything is.